Harley’s fingertips trace a featherlight route down the side of my neck to my shirt. It takes all my strength not to groan out loud at how good the contact feels. If this were any other day, and I wasn’t so concerned over what’s going on in her head at this moment, then we would both be naked, and I would be claiming her body with my own by now.
My Angel. Me. Together in every sense of the word.
I swallow, heat stirring in my dick at the way Harley’s fingers have moved back to my jaw. Tiny strokes, one after the other, back and forth as she gazes into my eyes.
“She congratulated me on winning the election. And then she hugged me and said she had thought about me over the years since our relationship ended. It was weird.” My spine stiffens and I get the urge to crack my knuckles before Harley’s soft voice washes over me.
“Who can blame her? Especially when you wear these.”
Her breath is soft as her eyes roam over my glasses. I just watch her. Taking in her beauty, and the fact that she is content to just look at me, and me at her.
Nothing else matters when it’s just the two of us like this.
“I forgot to take them off before I left work. I was in too much of a hurry to come home.” I reach up with one hand to remove them, but Harley’s eyes constrict at the corners, and she shakes her head.
“Don’t… will you…will you keep them on a little longer? I like seeing you in them.” Her eyes soften and she brings her other hand to my jaw as well.
“I’d do anything for you, Angel,” I say, with a soft smile, expecting her to return it, or to say something.
She doesn’t.
Instead, she stands on her toes and crushes her lips against mine in a deep kiss that I feel in every fiber of my body. I hold her close as she sinks into me, kissing me like she has the saddest love song playing in her head. I screw my eyes up and cup her face in my hands, wanting whatever it is that’s upsetting her to leave her. If only I could kiss it away. Let my lips show her exactly what she means to me. Let them reassure her that she’s safe with me. That she can open up and tell me what’s going on.
Let mehelpher.
Because I know what it feels like to need help and not know how to ask for it.
We drop down onto the sofa and I pull her into my lap, our lips sealed together as I encourage her to wrap her legs either side of mine and straddle me. To think I never did this with her before. I avoided it, albeit subconsciously. But now? Now I couldn’t love it more. Holding her, seeing her above me. I love having her any way I can. But this is special. Her on top of me, controlling the pace, is for her and her alone. A new memory that completely eradicates even a trace of old, lingering ones.
Harley’s fixed the tiny broken part of me I didn’t know still existed. The tiny remnant of darkness that was still embedded in my soul. She’s done that. She shone her light on it.
Her.
“Harls… I…” I break our kiss and hold her eyes, the words held in my heart rushing to the tip of my tongue. The words that will tell her exactly what she means to me. How I feel about her. How much I adore her and never want to spend a day without her.
“Reed.” She presses a finger to my lips and her eyes shine as she draws in a shuddery breath. When she sees me exhale, she takes her finger away and slips her hand between us, pulling down my zipper. “Please, Reed. Don’t say anything. I need you to kiss me. Kiss me and make me… make me…” Her lip trembles.
“Hey… hey,” I soothe.
My heart twists in pain seeing her like this. This isn’t her. She’s bright and bubbly. A light to my dark. Anything less than a luminescent Harley is soul-shattering. Whatever this is, I need to fix it.
I wrap her face in my hands. “Whatever you need, Angel. Just tell me.”
“You, Reed. I just want you,” she says, her voice tiny, but weighed down with sadness.
“I want you, too. Always,” I promise her.
I drop my hand to hers and free my cock, then drag her panties to the side beneath her dress. She rises, then slides down onto me, gasping softly against my lips as I moan against hers and our bodies lock together. We kiss over and over until she pulls back to ride me.
I hold her hips and watch as her eyes flutter closed while she tilts her head back, savoring the way I’m filling her. I move one hand down and stroke her clit in deliberate circles, matching her pace.
She’s beautiful. She’s really fucking beautiful. And it’s not just because she has her warm, tight, silky little cunt wrapped around my cock.
It’s her.
It’s always been her.
She’s in her own world right now. Wrapped up in pleasure. The anguish in her voice gone as she sighs out my name and sinks down onto me. The tension in her shoulders, in her chest, gone, as she rotates her hips and grinds against my thumb.